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Got to be a guest on the X2 Virginia is for Laughers Podcast a few weeks ago. Episode is finally out. Give it a listen. And if you’re seeing this before the weekend, come check out everyone on the show performing at Restless Moons Brewery in Harrisonburg, Virginia on September 18th at 7 P.M. 

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Podcast Tour Stop #1

     What up? Gonna make this short and sweet. I had the opportunity to be a guest on the “Throwing Eggs” podcast this last month. The episode is finally out. I’m gonna be real, takes us a few minutes to get in the flow, my fault, had never done a zoom before this, big things happening all around. Here it is below….

If you’re not the Spotify type it’s also available on iTunes and anywhere else podcasts are found.We talk about a bunch of cool stuff. Aside from a preview of my first book we touch on the ideas of Deep Work, and the ever growing need for focus and concentration in a constantly fragmented and distracted world. Lots of fun stuff. One of these guys is a former Peace Corps volunteer and a good friend, so if you enjoy our episode please give a listen to a few of his other recordings. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy and please give me some feedback on the podcast, always good to know for the future. And as always, please share this with anyone who you think may be interested. If you’ve yet to check out first book, from the pages of a finished PASSPORT, take a look by clicking here!

Take care and thanks for listening!

Travel Well, 
Patrick DiMarchi

CHAPTER 1: Answering The Interrupter

     You have reached the first chapter of the novel from the pages of a finished passport, read along and I hope you enjoy. 


Answering the Interrupter

Washington, D.C. 

November 2015


“What’s up Señor? Been meaning to hit you up. How much for two weeks of your time? I could use a translator if you’re interested…” 

“Uh hey, who is this?” – Patrick

“It’s Myles. I’m leaving the country for a few weeks and could use some help with my Spanish. You up for it?“


     I’ve known a great many versions of myself; each one stemming from the same desire to be on the go as the next. Which is why you may be surprised to hear how close I actually came to passing up his invitation that morning. An action I still think I would have taken if he hadn’t caught me at such an awkward moment that morning. See, the city’s parking situation had become my new daily annoyance and his message arrived at a moment when the world was making me late for someone who knew me to be a far more punctual person than reality was allowing me to be; one of the many things I’ve recently had to get used to after landing my first real job despite graduating college nearly ten years ago. Which isn’t to say I hadn’t been working in the meantime, it just never felt like work was the right word for what I had been doing. And that’s probably why a few of my friends had tried talking me out of taking that year to teach English abroad before going to grad school. Seems they knew me more than I knew myself, though I don’t think anyone could have guessed that my second time on a plane would springboard me into a decade of living on the go. And while that time abroad may have qualified me for the initiating request, it still struck me as an odd way for someone who hadn’t seen me in such a long time to reach out again. Shelving the message in my mind I delayed an answer and went about solving the first real problem in my way that morning. Rounding another block I was still a good ten minutes from where I needed to be I took the first spot I could find and decided to rely more on a clear sidewalk and brief run than the likelihood of another spot opening up. Bundled in a warm jacket it wasn’t until I was halted at a crosswalk minutes later that the crisp November air began to set in and the choice to run in a pair of dress shoes started to feel like one of the poorer decisions I’ve made in a while. As patient as one can look with so much on the mind I stood at the edge of the curb until the signals changed in favor of those on foot and the streamline of cars stopped at my toes allowing for access to the final few blocks of my journey. Being the first one to cross I soon arrived under the awning of a cafe at the edge of 14th street in the heart of D.C. where I had agreed to meet Renata earlier that week.

When I made it inside it only took a moment before I spotted Renata and that notorious mane of soft dark curls spiraling down her shoulder and over the collar of a charcoal grey peacoat. Greeting her I took a seat at a small table she had found alongside a bay window decorated in pale holiday lighting and a series of mini-wreaths sown from bright red flowers and deep green thistles. As I took off my coat she did little to hide the void of friendly curiosity behind her attempts at meeting up lately. Once a coworker and fellow wanderer she was still one of the few to know my trajectory over the last few years. Not by choice or upkeep of friendship, but I had to tell her what I had been up to the last few years when I was trying to explain the gaps on my timeline to be seen by her then boyfriend who was looking to get me a job. Apparently I was close to netting him some sort of hiring bonus if I stayed around a bit longer. Which I knew she was eagerly awaiting after our last conversation revealed they had decided to combine their savings for a downpayment on a home to be purchased this summer. All before paying for the luxuries one hopes for when dreaming of their still unscheduled wedding. With a glow to her face she looked at me and started where I knew she would, “Not like you to be late.” – Renata

“About as likely as the city is to have parking.”

“No worries. I didn’t know what to order, you’re still not drinking coffee right?”

“Correct, I’ll do an espresso though.”

“You’re so ridiculous. I don’t see how that’s any different.”

“Are you kidding? It’s way more caffeine and far less time in the bathroom. And don’t judge me for being ridiculous after that Halloween latte order you had me get last time. Marcus must keep some sort of cheatsheet you don’t know about. ”

With a roll of her eyes she looked back at me and countered, “Well I ordered myself a tea thank you very much.” 

“Simpler than I remember.”

“Shut your face. I’m not that complicated, you’re just annoying. Now look, since you mentioned Marcus. Don’t tell him you know, but he’s really happy about hiring you. The bosses love you and in turn love him.”

“Always good to have fans.”

With a light belt of sarcasm she responded, “Okay well don’t sound too excited.”

“It’s cool. Just not what I’m used to.”
“Which part? A good paycheck? Having a real schedule…?”

“I hate you. And it’s not do a backflip type of money. No. It’s just, this is what you saw me doing?”
“What do you mean?” 

“They have me organizing shit all day. And I know it’s a professional environment and all, but the dress code is fucking crazy.”
“Well you can’t be surprised your boss is asking you to dress nice… That’s just how it is around here. Plus you look great in a suit. Maybe you’ll find a girlfriend now that you’re always dolled up.” 

Poorly faking a grin in response to her compliments on me in a tie I looked ahead and continued tapping the soles of my feet in accordance with a twitch that had started from an internal disagreement of sorts regarding her other previous statement. Compliments such as that fed one side of my ego while frustrating another. To be frank I never enjoyed that phrase. The how it is to life was always a result of how we had made it, but in most places not even we, just someone before us. And don’t get me wrong I knew they weren’t going to let me show up to work in sandals, but it had taken everything in me not to walk out after a few wrinkles on my shirt turned into a few minute lecture about looking more professional. And I didn’t understand why it mattered how me or anyone else dressed if we were locked away in our offices all day. I understood when I was working out front, but now that they had me in the back I didn’t see why the outfit mattered. And that leads me to something else she should have known without having to ask. I wasn’t a fan of the recent change in trajectory which had been assigned to me by her fiancé and his higher ups. Being up front may not have paid the best, but it had been a fun chance to interact with a flood of rotating guests and residents while providing the opportunity to continue using my Spanish at a property located around the corner from embassy row. A location which had given them a primary concern of finding someone who could communicate with as many guests as possible and the only compelling reason I had applied, aside from the assurance of being hired as long as I didn’t botch the interview. The thing is, they seemed to be hoping to promote from inside and I felt weird about telling them that I wasn’t interested in whatever moves they had planned based on some recent happenings. Nonetheless I knew I was lucky to have found a job so quickly after returning home, especially at a place that wanted to move me up, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t annoyed by my own fortune once in a while. And while I appreciated the fact that I had someone looking out for me, the burden of appreciation was becoming a bit much.

“Don’t you miss when you didn’t have anyone breathing down your neck about your outfit all day?”

“All day? Speak for yourself. I’ve never needed anyone to remind me to dress right and neither should you.”

“So much for the sympathy of an old friend.”

“I don’t have to be nice. You’ve skipped out on dinner invites from Marcus and I twice now.” 

“I didn’t skip. I was busy.” 

“Whatever. Dating yet?”
“No. No time for that yet.”

As the steam danced away from her cup of Chai I moved my attention to the tiny display of espresso at my fingertips and must have kept it in my focus a bit too long for her liking. A point which she kindly made me aware by reaching across the table to push my shoulder and throw me off balance, “What’s up with you? You seem so distracted.”

“Sorry. Just thinking about a text I got on my way in.”

“Anything you wanna talk about?”

“No it’s nothing like that. Just something outta left field.”
“Well don’t be like that. Talk to me!”
“Honestly it’s nothing. I can’t even take the time off work if I wanted to.” 

“What do you need time off for?”
“Oh I don’t, it’s just this guy I know hit me up on my old international number about taking some type of trip with him. It was weird.”

“You still have that number?”
“Yeah. It just forwards to my WhatsApp. I don’t even know how he would have gotten that. Or maybe he never deleted it. Who knows?”
“Well where’s he wanna go?”

“He didn’t say. All he said was a that he needed a Spanish
translator. So somewhere south of the border I guess.”

“What’s the problem then? That sounds awesome.”
“I don’t know. Aside from being too new at my job to say ‘hey guys I gotta run out for a bit, see you in two weeks’ my head just tells me not to go. Two weeks sounds like a lot of time to take off right now regardless of what else he’s got to say.”
“Well maybe it’s an emergency? What does he do for work?”

“Something in solar. Installation last I knew. I can’t see any reason he would be venturing out of the country for that though.”

“You’re so lucky. I miss traveling, feels like forever.”

“When’s the last time you were out of the country?”

“I don’t know. That wedding last year doesn’t really count. I barely got outside of the resort.Ya know…my Spanish is still pretty decent. You should keep me in mind for some extra help if you end up going down there.”
“I thought you decided not to keep up with Spanish after you left. Isn’t Portuguese your thing now? Isn’t that why you still take those dance lessons?”
“Well it’s not like I forgot everything. I still listen to a lot of the music when I’m at salsa class.”

“Ehh even so. I think one translator is enough.”

“You don’t wanna travel with me? Is that what it is?”

“No. I just don’t like to combine my headaches.”

“Rude. I’m not a headache!”

“Calm yourself. I know you’re not, but traveling with you and
traveling with an old friend would be two very different times. Both of which I’m not 100% sure I wanna mix. And you don’t wanna travel with two guys anyhow. We’re probably harder to deal with than I’d like to admit. I’m my own headache to travel with. Trust me.”

“You seem to forget I have kids? I think I can handle two guys.”

“Yeah you say that now.”

“Well get me onboard and I’ll make sure you don’t have any
problems with Marcus when you ask to take off all of that time. I know how to distract him from his headaches with the schedule.”

“Thanks, but you don’t need to blackmail me to take a vacation. Why don’t you just go somewhere with Marcus?”

“Because! He never wants to go anywhere. Ugh. He’s so boring sometimes. I love him, but just. Ugh.”
“Then go by yourself. I’m sure you’ve got plenty of leave.”
“No. I’m not doing that. I hate traveling alone.”

“Then just keep saving your time and take a long honeymoon, or stay later once he leaves.”

Ugh. Why do you have to be like this? I don’t wanna wait that long. We haven’t even planned our wedding yet.”
“That’s not my problem.”
“Come on. Just ask him and see what he says.” 

At that I threw in one more roadblock hoping to counter her logic with the emotion of not wanting difficulties down the road.

“Marcus isn’t gonna love the idea of you going all that way with some guy he’s never met. I don’t know that I would do that so close to my wedding if I were you.” 

With a look of defiance that combined to say a bit of nobody tells me what to do and a bit of whatever, she glared at me and firmly stated her feelings countering my suggestion.

“He doesn’t tell me what to do. And if he won’t take me on an adventure, I’ll go on my own. Would you please just ask your friend if the opportunity presents itself? I can just meet you down there and I’ll go off and do my own thing from time to time.”

“I’ll run it by him and see what he thinks, but I’m not gonna make any promises until I know what he’s got in mind.”

“Why don’t you just give me his number and I’ll take your spot.”

“Love the enthusiasm, but that’ll be a negative.”

“I’m not paying for your coffee.”

“That’s fine. Speaking of money, how much should I ask for if I do this thing?”

“I don’t know. What do you make in a week? Tell me what you tell him…I’ll go for $200 less.”

We were finally able to get the conversation away from her
protesting and back onto business, but she still found time to throw in her interest once more when we got to our goodbyes.

“So lemme know when I need to start packing.”

“Yeah yeah. Good seeing ya. We’ll talk soon.” 

When I left I found myself lost in the daydreams of warmer weather as a series of cold gusts shocked every exposed nerve on my face and a light drizzle started coming down without any warning. One which carried a bone chilling moisture just a degree too warm to have been made into snow. The worst of all the precipitations and a harsh reminder of the winters I had gone without for so long. I had missed a lot of things while I was away, but the cold winters promised by the NorthEast had not been one of those things. As I thought about factors other than the weather, two weeks away under such conditions was not something any sane person would normally debate, but my free time had never been harder to come by and if I took it, that would be it for the year. Which in some weird way made me nervous. I hated knowing that I wouldn’t have the option to do anything else on my own if I wanted to later on in the year. Something about that felt crippling on it’s own and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to commit my only free time to someone else’s agenda. And even though I had earned that time, I didn’t feel like I had been there long enough to ask to use it. As many times before the words of an old neighbor echoed in my mind as I was urged to remember protect your time, no one else will do it for you. He had tried drilling that into my head when I was younger, but I never really understood what he meant back then. Nor did I really appreciate the passing of time, so how could I have expected to? But before I could know for sure if I was protecting my time or wasting it I had to see what he thought it was worth.

“Sorry for the delay. It’s been a crazy day. “
“No sweat bro. I got your number offline. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all dude. How goes it?”
“It’s good man. Busy working as always. Where you at?” 

“Going into work.”

“No, I mean what country?”
“Oh. I’m back in the states man. Up around D.C.”

“Oh. Ok then. That’ll make this even easier.”

“So what’s up? Lemme hear the details.” 

“Simple shit dude. I’m looking for someone who can stay at my side while I do some fishing and see some sights. Easy work.”

“Where do you want to go?”
“I’ve always wanted to go to Costa Rica. You been there before right?”

See, this is what I was talking about, he knew I had been there, he even had the postage to prove it. But that didn’t mean I knew Costa Rica. I was likely to know more people than towns. The last time I was there I had entered without the proper stamps or the money to leave so I didn’t get much time to explore the spots one normally does when they go for the Pura Vida experience. Nonetheless, I understood the ways of a coastal Caribbean town enough to feel at home in most of the region. That and I could always trust to know someone somewhere who had been there to help me out if I needed some advice. My delay prompted him to reach out again, but this time with a bit more to say. 

“Look man it’s cool if you don’t wanna go. I can always do a vacation in the Bahamas or something like that, but I figured it would be fun to explore somewhere new and you’re the only person I know down there. Bottom line is I got a fresh passport and I’m looking to use it.”
“I get that. I just don’t know that I’m really qualified.” 

“You been down there how long now? I’m not asking you to translate a book. I just need someone who can help me get around.”

“Well help me understand what we’re doing. Are you trying to stay in one place or do you want to do a backpacking trip?”

“Honestly bro, it don’t matter. All I know is I got some new fishing rods and I’m fittin’ to use them. Maybe we can rent a house near the water.”

“That could be fun.”

“Exactly. So you comin’? I know we ain’t talked in a bit, but I just want someone I trust. Plus I know you’ll keep me from stressin’ down there.”

Although I appreciated the compliment I would never assure
someone the luxury of no stress in such a situation, but I could promise not to contribute to any that should arise and he knew that. With the mention of his new fishing poles now’s probably the time to mention that any equipment he uses is likely to be the best stuff you can find. He wasn’t living the life of a Rockefeller or anything, but he had become pretty successful over the years and was never one to spare an expense if it was something he wanted. Which was a quality he supported by working all the time. He was very much a doer. When we were old enough to get jobs he worked his way up in the world of construction through a series of apprenticeships and absorbed a little bit of every trade he could. Eventually he found a combination which struck his interest and became the go to man for solar panels in our area. He had started off by getting some of the local turkey farms to convert their homes to solar paneling and soon enough he was leading the charge for farms in the area. Last I heard, he’s got a lock on anything within a hundred-mile radius of our hometown. Not too shabby for a boy from the hills. But that same ambition was a bit of what made me hesitant to go in the first place. When we were kids he wasn’t just a high speed driver in his life. He was always pushing the dominos in one way or another, whether they were his or not. A trait which had touched my own existence when we ran with the idea of spending a summer making a short film after college. Unfortunately the whole thing went nowhere beyond some failed plans and unreasonable expectations and when it was done it created a rift between us which had dragged on since. Not that my silence was a condition reserved only for him. I kinda fell off the map with everyone I knew back then and eventually my life was so   scattered that I found it hard enough to relate to the people I met on the go, let alone those watching from home. The truth was, my life had never been one with much of a plan, it hadn’t been how I was used to operating; nor how I was raised. And it wasn’t relatable. I guess I had to let it stop mattering that the world around me didn’t relate, perhaps they couldn’t relate, not now, not ever. And that same lack of relatability made me hesitant now. Of course it all sounded nice if you just thought about it on the surface. I was certainly never one to complain about being in the tropics, but two weeks with the same people wasn’t something I was suited for regardless of relatability. Even my grandma had once mentioned how much she admired how good I was at being alone as a child, but I’m not sure she ever realized that trait was more of a preference than an ability. One which became even more amplified after college as my life narrowed down a path of seemingly incoherent decisions. Though I may argue it really took off when my second job took me to the front desk of a truck stop where I met some of the strangest characters the road had to offer and the only people to ever know the road more than myself. All of whom made me want to explore the open road long before I thought about exploring the world. As my night went on I continued down a trail of thoughts about what to do with his request until another message came in meant to anchor me in with a different level of persuasion. 

“Look. Things are going really well. I can pay you $3,000 plus the cost of the trip. It’ll be easy money. Just come along.”

From there the self-corrector inside of me took over did everything it could to make me realize that I would surely regret it if I turned this chance down. While also bringing to my attention that it was kind of a good deal on all fronts. Aside from traveling for free, it would also result in a doubling of my income over the that two weeks. That is if I understood the ins-and-outs of vacation leave. Even more if we’re being honest about what I was making in a usual two week pay period. And even if the numbers didn’t line up I would get to be barefoot and near the ocean for two weeks. Which was about all I needed to be sold. Surely basic metrics by most standards, but with four months left before any relief from winter I felt like the ability to satisfy those needs alone made the trip worth it. And as far as some time with my friend, I figured it would be a good chance to catch up with the guy. After all, that gap had only been strengthened by the passing of time we had both allowed, nothing else. There was no animosity towards the guy. And I had no  reason to believe there was any from his side either. I just hadn’t been around to make any amends with him or anyone else for a while. And the truth was I probably needed to start rebuilding more than just the business side of my life. 

That night I sent sent him a text letting him know to count me in, but as my response went unanswered for the next three days I began to wonder if my hesitation had caused him to seek the help of a certified professional. It wasn’t til nearly a week later that he finally responded and came back at me with some alterations to our trip made during his delay. Most notably he had expanded the guest list by inviting another friend from home, a guy named Austin who we had both grown up with. I liked the guy plenty and even kept up with him more than most over the years, but still I urged him to consider the realities of traveling as a group in such an unfamiliar atmosphere. As that did not discourage him I figured if he was going to add someone to the trip then that gave me the chance to throw in a few of my own alterations. I had dismissed her suggestions at first, but as the dynamic of the trip shifted I realized it could be fun to have Renata around. Not to mention, I kinda owed it to her. As much as one can owe it to anyone for being a friend. She had done more than could be expected when I decided to return to the states and if all truths were to be told, it wasn’t just this last year of my life she had made easier. When we first met in Mexico she was already in her second year of teaching and was more or less operating like a local. It was her tips on getting around town that had helped acclimating to my first year so easy. Which is funny because at first I was the one trying to tell her Mexico couldn’t be anything like Brazil had been and she didn’t know what she was talking about. Clearly I knew nothing. Truth was, none of us did. That’s why she had gone down there after college like the rest of us. No real plan, just an idea for something different. The only difference was her adventure stopped after three years when she decided to head back to the states and take a job in corporate recruiting. That and the birth of two kids kept her anchored from thereon out. While closing my internal debate on inviting her or not I received a final set of messages wrapping up our details. 

“I’m shooting to go down somewhere after New Years. That cool?”
“Works for me. Just send me the flight details when you get them. And hey, I might have a friend meet us down there at some point.” 

“Bring as many people as you want. Just as long as they understand we’re not changing any plans to do what they wanna do unless it’s somehow cooler than what I wanna do. Which probably ain’t happening bro.”

I spent the rest of the evening pacing around my apartment as I looked at a collection of mismatched souvenirs accrued during my time away. They were all I had to decorate the place which I now called home. Other than them the place still looked pretty empty. That’s why I had jumped at this furnished apartment downtown. Soon enough I would have to look through some boxes and see what I still had to work with for the trip as far as supplies went. Luckily wandering through a tropical setting was the easiest type of existence I knew. One only needed some light clothing and some money for walking around. Perhaps a thing of sunblock if your complexion so desires. The rest was optional. And my optional usually needed no more space than my pockets. I just needed a few notebooks and my passport to be good to go. Speaking of which, this would probably be my last trip with that particular little blue book. And as a man with no tattoos it was the closest thing I had to a collection of ink which spoke to who I was through a series of stamps all imprinted with varying levels of effort. Each time I glanced at those marks I saw a catalogue of my time abroad. I only wish they gave you a passport with a few extra pages between the stamps so you could list not just where you went, but what you saw, what you learned, and where it made you want to go next. Standing there flipping through the pages I couldn’t help but try to latch each stamp to a picture in the collage on my living room wall. A task which soon led me far from my hesitations about  taking any sort of trip as I reflected on how the previously untraveled versions of myself would have dropped everything he was doing the moment that message came along. Despite being known amongst my friends as well-traveled I didn’t get on a plane for my first time until just after my 20th birthday; soon separated from that feeling of naivety as I continued from one airport to another, eventually having my favorites and those I avoided.

If I was going to live up to my job as translator I would eventually need to look up a few fishing terms and scribble them down for reference. Even though Spanish had become a part how I thought, it’s not like everything was as embedded as it could be. Especially not the things I had never found a reason to learn. That’s what happens when you learn via conversation. That being said I knew the simple stuff like pescado, and I knew we were looking for them in the rios, but if they needed information on some specific type of bait or some odd breed of fish I would likely find myself feeling more than lost than a fish pulled from the water. No worries though, there was still plenty of time to learn the words I needed before take off. In fact that part seemed kind of exciting. At least to me, I was always the type to have a few dictionaries laying around. Only now the stack included a broader set of languages than when I was a kid and now that I had started to make a habit out learning each word in three different tongues, they were getting much more use. It only made sense, I figured once I found the need for a new word in one language I might as well make sure that I had it covered in any others I was learning. Be that as it may, there were still more important tasks to take care of before getting to any new words. And before going to bed I did just that with a quick message to Renata letting her know she was welcome to come along.

“You’re gonna need off around the first of January. And so will I. I’ll get you the details as soon as I have them. You can thank me later.”





What’s in store from here….?
Find out by buying the book here on Amazon

First Novel Finally Done

So where do we begin? Well. I wrote a book. So if you like to read, I suppose this post applies to you. But if you rather skip the explanation and dive right into the book then just click here. Otherwise, let’s get to it. I started this book at a point in my life when I was spending a lot of time in and around New York City attempting to go deeper into the world of stand-up comedy. Though that goal started taking a back seat after I went through my notebooks and found a collection of writings I had from what I would call my times in the Spanish speaking world. Removed from that time and those experiences I found myself flooded with ideas and knew I had to turn them into something more. Next I started rearranging my life and soon found myself spending every moment possible working on the book in one capacity or another. That process continued on repeat and despite my efforts I still went beyond my first projected date of completion by nearly a year. And even then it took months before the thing was actually printed and ready for readers.

For now I will spare telling you anything more before you’ve had time to read it. Of course I am happy to discuss it with anyone once they have. I’ve been fortunate to make it to some really cool places over the last decade or so and nothing has given me greater pleasure than sharing those stories or some version of them with my friends. It is only now that I attempt to do the same for a much wider audience. That being said, be prepared to meet a wide variety of characters and scenarios, some of which I’ve stood in, many of which I haven’t. And for those of you who’ve never met me, I hope you find enjoyment in how I write. I’ve been told I use a lot of clauses and that I skip around from thoughts to happenings without making much distinction. Which may be true, but at the end of the day I hope this all just sounds like one really long conversation in which you weren’t able to get a word in.

My novel is available by clicking here and being redirected to the my sales page on Amazon. Once you’ve read it, please leave me a review. And don’t forget to share with any of your friends, whether they be bookworms or vagabonds.

Travel Well,

Patrick DiMarchi


Where Realities Are Deeper Than Virtual

Episode 5: David Burgess and Virtual Reality

In speaking on wasted money: “Well, I’ve thrown up more, on myself” -David.

David Podcast Bio:
David is a JMU Graduate, Virtual Reality Programmer and Ambassador, Semi-Spaniard, Rebel and part time Wolf-man impersonator. David has been programming VR programs for around 621 years now. He currently resides in Richmond.

Did ending slavery help to spark the need for the technological revolution?
Is progress just a series of waiting for old people to die?
How long before VR becomes more common at home?

David and I talk about not becoming our grandparents and becoming self-aware in the days where we all have enough of our needs met to actually worry about our desires. David even claims to be ‘well adjusted’. Hear about how Tim Sweeney helped to make the world of programming available to all creeds. We talk about how story telling helped to change the world, and how instant videos have now changed our views on ‘famous’ people. As we sit on the cusp of great change, listen to a man who might know what he’s talking about.
Listen up & Learn something.
We always welcome your feedback, so please leave a comment or contact me via twitter @PatDiMarchi
Time Markers:
7:05 How did ending slavery help the computer revolution?
11:00 Seeing your friends become adults
15:32 How David got into computer programming
18:28 The early days of the internet
22:00 Old Hard drive
33:53 VR Self Made
36:30 The joy of playing for work
42:42 Robin Williams
44:40 Be constructively lazy
46:01 Algorithms are rule books
57:00 David says the podcast is fun
58:26 Too many books in the brain
1:00:00 How we used to tell stories
1:04:45 The mental implications of Virtual Reality
1:07:00 Pragmatism
1:08:15 Programming is problem solving
1:14:00 We discuss sports
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What Do The Old Say?

In all of my time traveling, I’ve come across a lot of neat tidbits, most of them from people much older than myself. And here I’ll tell you why I think living like the old is the best way to live. And for the purpose of personal relation on my part, this will be living like an old man.

Start to live your life like an old man.
Find an old man that is effective in your life and take a look. Notice that when a person reaches a certain age they get to an area where they are in a preservation mode and that leads to them making the decisions which best lead to longevity. The smartest ones are the ones preparing for 50 years from now. Not for today. So why not start now?

Watch Your Back.
Ever hear of old men getting abdominal strains? Nope. That is because everyone works their abs, who doesn’t want a flat stomach? Start working your lower back now. You’ll be happy about it later.

Invest in Quality. 
He tends not to own many things, and those things which he owns are pretty great in quality. You will often hear an old man say, “I’ve had this scarf about 20 years now”. It is not because that man has some secret cryogenic box in which he stores the scarf. He purchased a good quality scarf. We should focus on only getting that which is necessary and that which is durable in quality. If you’re constantly buying the same object over and over again, then you’re buying shitty products. Quality does not always necessarily mean expensive, although admittedly it does appear to be the case more times than not. Remember, a symbol of status is not a representation of quality. Beats headphones might be a great marketing play, but a plain pair of Bose will give you better sound quality.

Eat What Fuels You. 
Don’t just buy like an old man, live like one. My grandma is in her 90’s and her diet has been the same for probably 30 years now (yes I’m aware she’s not an old man). She basically does what we all know we should do. Healthy fats (pecans/almonds/avocados) hearty grains, some fruit, and a lot of leafy greens. She is a vegetarian so I would choose to add in a little protein as well but for the most part, she’s got it down. Once in a while she will break down and share a chocolate croissant, but it’s not an every day occurrence.

Watch Your Feet. 
How else do the old live? The protect their feet and their knees. We learn late in life we do not need to wash our hair each day (and certainly don’t need to rinse and THEN repeat). Stretch. Even how they use their feet. All moves with the body of an old man are deliberate. No waste.

Have a routine to some parts of life. Your morning is the best time for this. The old I know wake up, take their pills, and go through the motions. Assuming you’re not on too many medications, you can skip the pill step and go right onto breakfast. Consistency is key.

Focus On Moments. 
Spend a lot of time with family. Spend time smiling. Have long meals. Go easy on your knees (this belongs in all categories). Old men don’t waste their time either. They only do what is important to them. They only do what is necessary. Old men look forward. Old men give advice to young peers. Old men are helpful. Take your time cooking. Sit in a rocking chair.

Bottom line.
Old men live deliberately. They don’t waste motion, time, or resources. They do act deliberately. They don’t use too much salt and certainly limit their sugar. Oh yeah, a nd watch your knees, did I mention that?